The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. Daly, 1838 - 464 Seiten |
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... with an unfinished Poem " 6 Sonnet I. My heart has thank'd thee , Bowles " . II . On a discovery made too late III . " Thou gentle Look " IV . To the River Otter . 25 26 30 30 31 31 1 Page Sonnet V. Composed while climbing Brockly Coomb 32.
... with an unfinished Poem " 6 Sonnet I. My heart has thank'd thee , Bowles " . II . On a discovery made too late III . " Thou gentle Look " IV . To the River Otter . 25 26 30 30 31 31 1 Page Sonnet V. Composed while climbing Brockly Coomb 32.
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... heart ; still there was a long and blessed interval , during which my natural faculties were allowed to expand , and my original tendencies to develope themselves ; my fancy , and the love of nature , and the sense of beauty in forms ...
... heart ; still there was a long and blessed interval , during which my natural faculties were allowed to expand , and my original tendencies to develope themselves ; my fancy , and the love of nature , and the sense of beauty in forms ...
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... heart sink . " * 6 He remained at Cambridge till October , 1794 , when , in a luckless hour , he quitted it for ever , without cause assigned , and without taking his degree . The cause of his leaving Cambridge , has been variously ...
... heart sink . " * 6 He remained at Cambridge till October , 1794 , when , in a luckless hour , he quitted it for ever , without cause assigned , and without taking his degree . The cause of his leaving Cambridge , has been variously ...
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... heart was single . Wealth , rank , life itself then seemed cheap to me , compared with the interests of ( what I believed to be ) the truth , and the will of my Maker . I cannot even accuse myself of having been actuated by vanity ; for ...
... heart was single . Wealth , rank , life itself then seemed cheap to me , compared with the interests of ( what I believed to be ) the truth , and the will of my Maker . I cannot even accuse myself of having been actuated by vanity ; for ...
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... heart , and as if that prayer might have floated in solemn silence through the universe . The idea of St. John came into my mind , of one crying in the wilderness , who had his loins girt about , and whose food was locusts and wild ...
... heart , and as if that prayer might have floated in solemn silence through the universe . The idea of St. John came into my mind , of one crying in the wilderness , who had his loins girt about , and whose food was locusts and wild ...
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Seite 94 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Seite 106 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
Seite 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 97 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; sometimes all little birds that are, how they seemed to fill the sea and air with their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Seite 86 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Seite li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Seite 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Seite 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Seite 95 - My lips were wet. my throat was cold, My garments all were dank: Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. " I moved and could not feel my limbs ; I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. "And soon I heard a roaring wind, It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere.
Seite 85 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.